He'd heard stories about large, vaguely cat-like creatures picking people off in the harsh desert, but that was back on Vulcan, which this clearly was not. Still, they were hardly friendly kittens, and he wasn't about to let anyone get picked off under his watch.
A woman nearby fired off the first shot, not bad, but though the beast had been hit, it did not go down, so he followed through with a shot of his own, and one more to be safe, before growing increasingly concerned about the numbers. If they weren't taken out, the creatures might manage to outflank them. Was anyone else going to take up arms?
Malcolm was not a fan of these guns, but he could adapt. Still, he hardly knew their strength, and there hadn't been any time to take one apart on the trip and figure things out. Still, better to shoot them than trying to take one head on for stabbing.
He set his sights on the next largest, the biggest threat among all the other threats with sharp teeth and nasty claws--and his vision suddenly blurred. It wasn't the dust, of that he was certain. He froze for a few long moments before his eyes seemed to refocus themselves, and he shook his head. Strange...too much walking, too much sun, bad time for his body to fail him now, whatever the cause.
Malcolm let out a quick volley at one cat who was getting decidedly far too close to the group, though it darted about too fast to take it out in one go. "Everyone stick together and take aim!" No sense in anyone getting stuck out from the group for easy pickings, and the more gunfire, the better. Even if they didn't all go down, the might get spooked.
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A woman nearby fired off the first shot, not bad, but though the beast had been hit, it did not go down, so he followed through with a shot of his own, and one more to be safe, before growing increasingly concerned about the numbers. If they weren't taken out, the creatures might manage to outflank them. Was anyone else going to take up arms?
Malcolm was not a fan of these guns, but he could adapt. Still, he hardly knew their strength, and there hadn't been any time to take one apart on the trip and figure things out. Still, better to shoot them than trying to take one head on for stabbing.
He set his sights on the next largest, the biggest threat among all the other threats with sharp teeth and nasty claws--and his vision suddenly blurred. It wasn't the dust, of that he was certain. He froze for a few long moments before his eyes seemed to refocus themselves, and he shook his head. Strange...too much walking, too much sun, bad time for his body to fail him now, whatever the cause.
Malcolm let out a quick volley at one cat who was getting decidedly far too close to the group, though it darted about too fast to take it out in one go. "Everyone stick together and take aim!" No sense in anyone getting stuck out from the group for easy pickings, and the more gunfire, the better. Even if they didn't all go down, the might get spooked.